PLEASE DON'T STOP (steamiest short stories)

on that doesn't look so goddamned slutty!" I was shocked by his outburst, and mortified by the way he said it. People were staring, and I felt a horrible wave of shame and embarrassment wash ov

make any sense. But, me being me, I was determined not to lose face in front of al

weat breaking out at his brow. I'd never seen him so angry before – he literally looked like he might burst into flames at any minute. So, rather than hang around for his response, I turned on my heel and marched across the garden, robbing him the satisfaction of chastising me again. I knew I'd crossed a line, but I didn't care. I was overwhelmed with

y at me, but also fixing me with a suspicious stare "shouldn't you be up above ground, enjoying the party?" I felt the same strange surge of confidence urging me on, and took another step closer towards him. I felt my body tingling with anticipation as I reached out and took hold of his hand. "Actually, I'd rather be down here with you" I said, my voice deliberately low and seductive "It's kind of nice to have some time alone, don't you think?" His hand rested limply i

what I'd been fantasizing about for months! Greg reached up and grabbed my tube top, yanking it down so my tit's spilled free. He took my nipples between his fingers and began to squeeze, tugging gently at them until they were erect. I moaned softly, and began tugging at his zipper. A sense of urgency took over, and I broke away from our kiss to yank at his belt and undo his zipper. I looked down and watched his huge cock spring free from the binds of his c

s. I wanted to be his dirty little slut. I ran my tongue over the ridges of his shaft, feeling every inch of him as he continued to ravage my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened, and I felt my eyes beginning to water. Pain and desire were taking over, and I found myself growing impatient. My clit was fluttering in my panties, and I could feel my juices starting to make the smooth, silky material slick and wet. I needed something inside of me. I rea

tightened his grip on my hair. "Come one, Linzi" Greg said in a low voice, "no struggling. Me and your Daddy just want some fun!" Cold fear washed over me, and I realised then who the second pair of hands belonged to. I wanted to run, and fight – but